Night falls.

A silver moon rises above the branches.

In the back garden, in the pavilion.

Miss Qin was dressed in a snow-white dress, sitting there quietly, looking at the lotus flowers in the pond outside the pavilion, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a vague expression on her beautiful face.

Bai Ling was wearing a pink skirt, leaning on the railing and standing beside her. She was lowering her head and picking off the petals in her hand, cooing quietly, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Xia Chan suddenly walked in from the round door.

When Bai Ling heard the footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at her. He was stunned for a moment. Then he looked at the sword blade in her hand, and his expression suddenly changed: "Chanchan, your sword..."

Xia Chan walked into the pavilion, stood beside the snow-white figure, and handed over the broken sword in her hand aggrievedly.

Qin Jianjia came back to her senses and looked at the broken sword in her hand.

Bai Ling asked curiously at the side: "Chanchan, how did you break it? This sword was made by the lady herself, and a lot of good materials were added to it."

Xia Chan flattened her mouth and said nothing.

Qin Jianjia raised her hand and took the two pieces of the broken sword in her hand. She glanced at the broken part and her expression moved slightly.

Bai Ling glanced at her and asked cautiously: "Miss, can it still be repaired?"

Xia Chan bit her pink lips and clenched the hilt of the sword with her little hands.

Qin Jianjia looked up at her and said, "Can I refine a new one for you?"

Xia Chan's eyes suddenly filled with mist.

Bai Ling glanced at her and didn't dare to say anything.

Qin Jianjia looked at the broken sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "It can be repaired, but it won't be as sharp as before, and it may even break."

After a pause, she murmured again: "If something has a crack, even if it is repaired, the crack is still there. Although you can't see it, if it wants to break, it will still break from there."

Silence fell in the garden.

No one spoke anymore.

Qin Jianjia touched the broken sword in her hand, was stunned for a while, and then said, "Okay, I'll help you repair it."

At this time, Bai Ling suddenly turned his head, looked at the round door, and said: "Miss, my uncle is here."

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Luo Qingzhou walked into the round door and saw the three of them there. He also saw that Bai Ling was holding the two broken swords in his hands, frowning and thinking, while Xia Chan was looking away with her face turned away, and there seemed to be hanging hair on her curved eyelashes.

With crystal tears.

He walked over and took the initiative to plead guilty: "Miss, I broke Miss Xia Chan's sword. I'm sorry. How much does this sword cost? I'll compensate her."

When Bai Ling heard this, he looked at him with surprise and said, "Uncle, you did it? How did you do it? Chanchan's sword is very hard."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said: "I have a stick there, and it's very hard. I asked Chanchan to try it, but unexpectedly..."

"What stick?"

Bai Ling's face was full of curiosity.

Luo Qingzhou ignored her, looked at Miss Qin in the pavilion, and said again: "Miss, it's my fault. I know that this sword is very important to Miss Xia Chan. I want to ask, can I re-

Can you buy one for her?"

In fact, this was also said to Xia Chan.

Qin Jianjia looked up at him and said calmly: "Ask her."

Luo Qingzhou then looked at the girl next to him.

Xia Chan turned away, looked away, bit her pink lips, and whispered: "No need."

Bai Ling suddenly interjected: "Uncle, we are all our own people, and you didn't do it on purpose. Chanchan won't blame you. However, I can make it up to Chanchan."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "What compensation?"

Bai Ling tilted his head, thought carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said: "Uncle, don't you have a very beautiful gem there? You can give it to Chan Chan. Just treat it as an apology. Chan Chan will definitely not

I’m angry with my uncle again.”

Luo Qingzhou was startled for a moment, glanced at her, and without hesitation took out the dark red gem from his arms.

Under the moonlight, the center of the gemstone shimmered slightly.

He handed the gem to Xia Chan and said, "Chanchan, here you go."

Xia Chan turned around and was about to refuse when Miss Qin suddenly said: "Take it."

Xia Chan was slightly startled, glanced at her, and then turned her head to look at the dark red gem.

She stretched out her hand, placed it in her palm, and stared at it blankly.

Luo Qingzhou said awkwardly: "Well, how about we go out together tomorrow and I help you buy another sword?"

Xia Chan didn't reply.

Bai Ling spoke again: "My aunt, Chan Chan said no, even if my aunt buys it, Chan Chan won't want it. Moreover, Chan Chan's sword can actually be repaired. I'll go find the second young master tomorrow.

The young master knows a master who forges swords, so he should be able to help repair it."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Really?"

Bai Ling nodded and said, "Yeah."

Then he said "hum": "I don't like to lie to others like my uncle."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the girl in the pavilion and did not dare to stay any longer. He bowed his hands and left, and then said: "Bailing, come and see off my uncle."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran behind Xia Chan and hid, sticking his head out and shaking his head: "No, I don't want..."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, said nothing more, and left quickly.

After he leaves.

The garden was quiet for a while, and Bai Ling suddenly asked: "Miss, you can also see that there is something wrong with this gem, right?"

Qin Jianjia stretched out her hand, took the gem from Xia Chan's hand, looked at it carefully for a moment under the moonlight, and said: "I have seen it in an ancient book. This should be an ancient rune, specially inlaid in it."

On weapons.”

Bai Ling's eyes lit up and he said, "No wonder the young lady wants Chan Chan to hold it. Even if I put this kind of thing with my uncle, it will be of no use."

Qin Jianjia stood up, walked out of the pavilion, and said, "Bring the sword over here, I have something to do tonight."

"Um."

Bai Ling immediately took the two broken swords and followed him, then turned around and said: "Chanchan, come on, now you can finally merge with my uncle openly and honestly, uh, I said it's a thing."

Xia Chan tightened her sword hilt and followed.

In the back garden, silence soon returned.

After Luo Qingzhou returned to Meixiang Xiaoyuan, he had a meal, took a bath with medicinal water, and then called Xiaodie into the study to study ink.

He was going to write down all the remaining monster words in his mind on paper so that he could show them to Sister Yue tonight. This would be much more convenient than writing them word by word on a handkerchief.

Only half of the previous Monster Clan text was written out. After the translation by Sister Yue, it was three articles on Monster Clan Kung Fu.

One is the inner strength and mental method, the other is the ox demon magic skill, and the other is aphrodisiac.

The only thing he can practice now is the Bull Demon Skill.

I don’t know what else is recorded in the text below.

Tonight I also want to ask about martial arts masters’ internal skills and mental methods.

If it doesn't work, he can only try the inner strength and mental method of the demon clan in that article.

The July night was very hot.

Even the evening breeze blowing in from the window carries a sense of heat.

Xiaodie was covered in a thin emerald green gauze, standing beside her with her head lowered and studying ink. Within a short while, she was already dripping with sweat.

She saw that the young master was writing seriously, and her heart was full of distress. She studied the ink with one hand, picked up the small round fan embroidered with peonies with the other hand, and gently fanned the young master, hoping to cool him down.

She herself felt uncomfortable with the heat.

Luo Qingzhou's pen moved like a dragon, and he quickly transcribed the remaining words on the paper.

After reading it carefully again, Fang put down the pen.

After drying the ink and putting the rice paper away, he took another blank rice paper and spread it out.

He decided to transcribe the article on the inner strength of the demon clan, so that it would be easier to compare it with the various acupoints of the human body. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Sister Yue.

I picked up the pen again, dipped it in ink, and was about to continue writing when I suddenly saw a drop of sweat falling on the table.

He was stunned for a moment and looked up. The little girl was already sweating profusely and her face was flushed. However, she was still shaking the small round fan in her hand to fan him.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt extremely distressed, and quickly put down his pen and said: "Xiaodie, don't fan me, I'm not afraid of the heat, just fan yourself. Go and call Qiu'er in, you can change and let her study the ink for a while.

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To be continued...